Silence filled the Western Sage Hall.
Liu Sidao's eyelids had been slightly lowered, but when Yi Zhishi took his seat, he raised his head and swept his gaze over everyone present.
Everyone felt as though a bright moon had risen within the hall, its full disk cool and clear, illuminating all nations.
Fang Yun and the many Great Scholars smiled with pleasure. Liu Sidao had already advanced to Literary Ancestor-a cause for celebration.
"Though unworthy, this old man serves as an elder of the Western Sage Pavilion. I have neither great achievements nor grave faults, and my virtue is unremarkable, yet with Burial Saint Valley opening, I presume to preside over this discussion. Burial Saint Valley is a perilous place among the Myriad Worlds. Countless geniuses of every race have perished there. Descendants of the Kong Family and descendants of Ancestral Gods alike have become dry bones within the valley. Before we discuss its affairs, this old man has one selfish wish: that Void Sage Fang and the Pearl Master leave the Western Sage Hall. Though this mountain has a path, another may be sought beyond it."
Many Great Scholars nodded gently. Whether they considered the interests of the Human Race as a whole or their own personal feelings, almost none wanted Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi to enter Burial Saint Valley.
If the two died in Burial Saint Valley, it would be almost equivalent to the Human Race suffering the Sagefall of two Half-Sages-and Half-Sages with the potential to contend for the rank of Second Saint, at that.
If there was anything besides Half-Sages that the Human Race could not afford to lose, it could only be these two men.
Yi Zhishi was renowned for his study of the classics. There was no branch of Confucian School learning he